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PostPosted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 1:06 am    Post subject: The Space Between. Reply with quote

"Copy that, transmitting code now."

The freighter drifted just slightly as it waited for confirmation from the New Republic Cruiser holding off it's port side. "Confirmed, Agent Mandil. You have news from the Outer Systems?"

"Yes. The Cowboy is active and on the move." There was a quiet on the communication system for a moment or two, before the Cruiser would respond. "Agent Mandil, say again." Agent Debora Mandil shifted in his chair onboard her freighter. Reaching to tap the communication switch once more before speaking. "The Cowboy, is active."

There was another pause from the Cruiser. Debora Mandil waited onboard her freighter. She had come a long way and avoided Imperial convoys and the more pressing of capital ships to make contact out of the normal routes with the New Republic Cruiser.

"Agent Mandil, this is Captain Oliver. The Naval Intelligence Officer you speak of, has been away raising their family for some years now. It is highly unlikely the information you obtained is worth it's weight in whatever you paid for it. The man you speak of, has not been active for quite sometime." Mandil reached forward to activate her communication system once more on the secure channel. "He said, you wouldn't believe me. Transmitting the code now, he wished for me to pass on to your Captain. He said, you would know." She reached to input a name and then passed it along to the cruiser.

Another pause. It seemed the times lately. Everyone wanted to think forever and act lastly.

"Agent Mandil, I'll pass along the message. The Cowboy.. is active once more."

Debora Mandil, smiled, oh yes she did. Perking her lips and shifting the small metal rings in her lips in turn. Her boots lowered from the console before her to the flooring as she turned about in her chair some to check the navigation computer.

"Agent Mandil, proceed with caution. Transmitting coordinates to Sector Twelve Base. Do not stop for any Imperial ships, large or small. Avoid TIE and Corvette patrols. A Nebulon B Frigate will meet you at the coordinates. Deliver all information on Intelligence Officer you've obtained. You maybe asked to continue on in regards to the matter at hand. Be advised, any sign of a Sith vessel go dark and hide out until contact can be made. You've just been drawn into a bigger picture. Set your course and jump to hyperspace as soon as possible."

Three X-Wing fighters left the Cruiser's hanger bay. Each entered hyperspace, in a different direction to pass the word.
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 14, 2016 2:00 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Upon exiting hyperspace, Agent Debora Mandil would find a squadron of X-Wing fighters at the coordinates given to her.

"Agent Mandil, this is Lieutenant Jimson of Fury Squadron. We have orders to escort you to the Frigate. An Imperial Star Destroyer is currently in the neighboring system and being monitored. Follow us past the larger moon and proceed on course with us for the second planet in this, system." Debora smirked some, idly playing with the small metal ring in her right eyebrow. "Understood and ready to play follow the leader, Lieutenant."

The X-Wings moved to take up positions around her freighter in a protective formation, while Lieutenant Jimson took the lead ahead of her ship. Agent Mandil took note of how the X-Wings had their S-Foils out in attack positions. As if waiting for some Imperial, or another vessel to try and pounce.

True enough, she would find herself being lead past the first moon and just when she could spot the planet ahead, lush with greens and blues, that of a EF76 Nebulon-B Frigate came into view slowly. "Fury Squadron, this is Captain Cecilia. This meeting point has been compromised. Fury Squadron, you are to escort Agent Mandil to alternate site. Imperial ships in route."

No sooner had the green skinned Twi'lek Captain Cecilia spoke over the communication system, two Imperial Class II Star Destroyers exited Hyperspace near the large moon in the system.

"Lieutenant Jimson.. get that freighter and it's pilot out of here now!" As the X-Wings moved to lead the Freighter and Agent Mandil away, the Nebulon-B Frigate turned toward the pair of Star Destroyers and started to target them with her turbolasers. "Captain, TIE fighters are heading toward the X-Wings." Captain Cecilia flopped back in her command chair and shook her head slightly. "We have to keep the Destroyers off them until they can make the jump to the secondary point. Target the TIE fighters with our laser cannons to give them a rough patch in the meantime."

As the Frigate began to be struck by turbolasers from one of the Star Destroyers, the freighter and her X-Wing escort jumped to the new coordinates.

A console exploded on the bridge of the Nebulon-B. Captain Cecilia couldn't help but grin some as her ship was pounded by the Star Destroyers. "Set course for Gamma Extract Point C and jump to hyperspace!"
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PostPosted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 4:02 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Imperial Captain Beltoris couldn't help the smile upon his lips. The man of dark complexion had nearly forgotten about a certain Intelligence Officer for the New Republic. Almost, given every time he would see his reflection in something he was reminded of the missing right eye and the deep scar running downward along his cheek. "Captain, transmission from Captain Tarkis." Captain Beltoris gave a light nod of his head toward the officer on the bridge. "Put it through."

"Captain Beltoris, it would seem once again we are on the hunt for the famous spy of the New Republic. Let us this time, catch of him." Captain Beltoris gave a nod toward the screen at the side. "Indeed, Captain Tarkis. May we find him and this time, put him to rest. I'm heading with my ship to check the nearby system as it holds a former Rebel Base upon the fourth planet. Take your ship and meet with the convoy to ensure they arrive to Base 237. He won't escape us this time, Captain."


Meanwhile, in the Hoth System...


Fury Squadron exited hyperspace and found themselves greeted by a pair of Nebulon-B Frigates and a New Repbulic Assault Frigate Mark II. "Fury Squadron, this is Captain Forrester. Report."

"Captain Forrester, this is Fury Lead. Agent Debora Mandil is with us. Captain Cecilia's Frigate was attacked by Imperial forces at meeting point. Alternate route taken here. Please advise on status."

"Fury Lead, there is a dust off point several kilometers from the old rebel base once in use. We're sending you the landing coordinates now. Proceed with Mandil and land at the designated area. Agent Mandil, there will be a heavy coat for you upon touch down." Agent Mandil had to smirk a bit onboard her freighter and proceeded to follow the X-Wings for the designated planet.
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PostPosted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 4:33 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The metal rings in her face, even though small, were chilling to the bone in the cold of the planet. Debora for maybe the first time in her life, was second guessing her choice to have the rings put in her right eyebrow, ears and at the sides of her mouth. Even inside the small support bay, which was mostly covered by snow and ice, she was cold. A man wearing a large furry coat approached her and offered a mug of something warm by the steam perking over the rim.

"Agent Debora Mandil, I am Jedi Master Tobias Rehn. This will help warm you. Sorry for having to bring you here for a bit. The other site was a bit warmer, but Imperial ships show up at the damndest' of places these days. I've fought many a time, along side that of Jedi Master Qudamah. The information you've brought us is astounding to say the least. The message contained a code upon it for a meeting point. It said 'where it all began' correct?" Debora lowered the mug in her hands. Savoring the warmth it brought down her throat as she swallowed of the odd chocolate like drink and it's warmth before nodding gently of her head. "Yes. I don't know what that means, but I figured somebody would know or he would not of had that in the letter." Tobias smiled a little as his beard perked some with the facial movement. "Where it all began, refers to where the Skywalkers began. Tatooine in the Outer Rim. It was the meeting point Master Qudamah and I had set up out of the way of Imperial eyes. Well, usually."

A heavy cloaked woman approached them slowly and then came to a stop upon her boots a few steps from Master Tobias Rehn. "If you're up for it, I'd like for you to accompany Jedi Knight Annie Ragnar here, to Tatooine." Jedi Ragnar lowered her hood back from her face with a soft nod toward Debora. "Annie here, was trained by Master Qudamah sometime ago. I can say her skills in the Jedi Arts have grown since then. A freighter would slip into port on Tatooine easier then one of our capital class ships showing up in orbit. I would go but with the details of the letter you delivered, things have been put into motion that must be seen through." Master Rehn slipped a small data crystal outward toward Debora to take. "These are the places and people that are cleared for contact, should you run into trouble. You should know, we intercepted before you arrived here, a transmission from an Imperial Star Destroyer. The word is spreading that Qudamah is active once more and they are antsy to catch of him this time. An Imperial Captain Poltis, is one of a few set on the trail. Avoid him and a Captain Ritton at all costs. They have a dire hate for Master Qudamah. Finish your drink and lift off with Annie here. Oh and you'll be paid well for aiding us in this matter, Agent Mandil. Enough for a new freighter." Debora Mandil couldn't help the slow smile that stretched across her lips hearing that. A new freighter? Just what she needed, something faster, tougher and...

"Agent Mandil, Jedi Annie here will aid you in finding Master Qudamah. It is very important that you do not linger too much in public places and or let many know who you are. If anyone inquires, you are supposed to meet a Wesson for the dealing of Spice." Master Tobias turned to step away and speak with a lieutenant but gave pause and with a light smirk over his shoulder... "May the Force be with you both."
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PostPosted: Tue Dec 20, 2016 5:15 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Jedi Knight Annie Ragnar perked a brow at her surroundings onboard the freighter. The cockpit was worn to a point, one might consider just simply junking the vessel to put it out of it's misery. "An interesting, ship, you have Agent Mandil."

"Bah, call me Debora. In the past three days I've had far too many people address me as Agent Mandil." The Jedi watched of the freighter captain for a moment and then proceeded to give a nod of her head. "Very well. Ragnar or Annie, will do then for that of myself." Debora grinned slowly as she punched in the coordinates for Tatooine to the navigation computer as the freighter broke orbit of Hoth. "So you trained with Amadeus? In the Jedi stuff?" Tapping the console and the stars seemed to fly by as the ship entered hyperspace.

"Yes. Master Qudamah is quite the patient teacher." Debora nodded a bit, keeping her eyes on the Jedi sitting in the co-pilots chair onboard her ship. "Why is it, in some places I hear his name whispered as if some sort of phantom ghost?" Annie was shifting her gaze about the cockpit. Exploring visually this ship that was to take them to Tatooine, in one piece. "Master Qudamah before his marriage and after, worked deeply with the relaying of information on Imperial and possible Sith movements about the Galaxy. It is said he took a leave, to enjoy time with his wife and children. He has, several." Debora was idly tapping a quiet fingertip at her chin, taking it in and considering. "Lydia. That's the name of his wife I've heard." Annie turned to give a nod toward Debora. "Yes. I've not seen many that hold such a bond of love, as Master Qudamah and his wife Lydia have. We should all be lucky enough to find the special person to love as they do." This of course perked Debora's lips into an almost smirk. "Sounds like quite the match. Must be quite the information Amadeus has this time for all the secrets, searches and Imperial hunters about for him." Annie gave a light tilt of her head toward Debora. "Whatever it is, Imperial Remnants are searching as we are, to meet up with Master Qudamah. Though I suspect they are not looking to greet him as kindly."


Meanwhile, just outside The Graveyard. ( Debris field, once the planet Alderaan. )


An EF76 Nebulon-B Frigate waited with another New Republic ship and it's captain. "Captain Belinda Carthis, this is Captain Darian. I say we give her another few minutes and then call it." Captain Carthis smiled onboard her CR-90 Corvette. The ship had been heavily modified with a hanger able to hold up to eight fighters and two shuttles, along with six docking tubes. She gazed out the bridge window of her ship at the Nebulon-B Frigate. "Now Captain Darian, it would be would be poor manners to leave with out knowing what happened. We have our orders to wait here until we hear the ship is safe or has been destroyed."

As if on cue, a damaged Nebulon-B Frigate exited hyperspace a moment later. The communication system was crackled some, but the message from the ship's captain came through oddly cheerful. "Captain Cecilia and crew! All be it a bit banged up and six sadly are no longer with us. We need a repair yard and some time off you two." Captain Belinda Carthis laughed gently over her communication system. "Glad to see you made it, Cecilia. Captain Darian was starting to worry." "No I wasn't!" Shouted Darian's voice over the communication system from his ship. "Awwww.. face it, you'd miss me about the stars, Darian." Cecilia smirked onboard her damaged bridge of her frigate. "Yeah, yeah.. let's escort you and your crew out of here and for a repair yard before some Imperial patrol ship passes through this system."
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 7:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Debora slipped away from the vendor's table. Crossing the dusty street of the spaceport over toward Annie and giving a light nod of her head as the Jedi moved into step with Debora along the bounty of people and creatures about.

"We're in luck. A certain cantina he's been spotted about. The contact back there seemed a bit on edge though, probably best to try not to draw much attention when we find this place." Annie gave a light nod of her hooded head toward Debora. "No doubt, a wise choice."

Their walk would take them near that of the one spot freighter captains knew of, Mos Eisley Cantina. A place where work could be found, legal or not, for those seeking employment. However before they could step near the entrance to the cantina, Annie slowed in step and put a hand out to Debora's right arm to pause her in step. "What is it, Annie?" Annie's face shifted some below her hood. "I sense.. someone. It's hard to explain." Her gaze shifted slowly about the street, the various people and creatures walking about in the glare of the sunlight. Eyes moved over toward an alleyway parallel to the cantina and Annie started to step that direction. Debora perked her right brow some, causing the metal pair of rings with in the skin there to shift slightly, but she moved into step after Annie.

The alleyway was void of most. Except some bits of trash, pieces of scrap metals here and there about. An old droid rusting away against a wall. The alley seemed absent of anything or anyone.

Annie's head gave a slow turn back at Debora. Looking then forward before lifting her hands slowly toward her hood and easing it back from her face to allow her blonde locks of long hair free. Proceeding to tie them back into a simple ponytail, before her right hand lowered at her side. Her lightsaber just behind that of her robes, at her waist belt. Debora's hands moved to settle lightly upon the twin blaster pistols, holstered at her hips.

"Ye' gonna strike first'n then ask questions later' lass?" Came a deep voice from just beyond a metal trash compactor in the alleyway on the left. Annie froze in step with her brows perking upwards in surprise. "Master... Qudamah?"

Stepping from behind the aging machine, the unique Jedi Master that he was.. Amadeus Qudmah gave a slight smirk from below the soft tip of brim from his leather hat worn upon his head. "Aye lass. Bout' time ye two showed up. I was gonna have' tae' leave a note fer day' next place I'd head ta' hold up at." His famous long coat shifted with each step he took toward them slowly. The DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol giving a glimpse now and then at his left side, upon the leather holster strapped to his hip and thigh. Annie actually perked a smile upon her lips. There was no mistaking the unique look of Master Qudamah. From that leather brimmed hat, to that worn long coat, right down to those alligator boots of his.

"Master Qudamah, it is so good to see you again. I am glad to have found you so quickly and safe." He gave a light tip of his brim toward Annie and then in turn toward Debora. "Captain, I see ye' have found yer' way here an' brought my ol' padawan witcha'. Though she's grown to be quite the Jedi lately I hear' now, aye?" Debora gave a nod of her head and moved to cross her arms over her chest lightly. "Yeah, though I was promised a good sum for bringing her here and finding you." "I have only tried to ensure you would be proud of me, Master Qudamah in my actions since your departure." Commented Annie quickly, as Qudamah gave them both a quick nodding.

"Ye've done fine, lass. I keep 'n contact wit' several in day' Intelligence secter' o' the New Republic. Though that nae be why' ye' both be here. Fer' it not for me ye' have come for." Debora's brow perked again, those rings of silver shifting in her eyebrow. "I thought everyone was wanting to find you.. so we were sent to bring you back safe and sound?" Amadeus Qudamah gave a light shake of his head as he lifted a hand to run over his beard some. "Aye, found me ye' have. Though my duty is nae' finished, as nae' be yer's as well. There is someone, ye' have ta' help fer me. Someone very important ta' they New Republic. I know where he be' thanks ta' a contact here at the cantina. However, I have' ta' tend to a matter and need ye both' to figure a way ta' rescue an old friend."

Annie tilted her head slightly to the right, her face growing curious by look. "Rescue? Rescue who, Master Qudamah? I was not told of anyone in need of rescue before we left. I was told to simply help bring you back safely." Master Qudamah dug into an outer pocket of his long coat, working free a pouch and holding it out toward Annie. "In der' be two data crystals, fake identification and credit chips under a' false name. Learn the names ta' contact and places to find safety from the' one crystal. The other, holds Imperial codes and locations ye' need ta' go. There's an' Imperial shuttle upon a dock'in bay at dey' other end of da' spaceport here." A light nod toward Debora then. "I'm sorry lass, but ye' will have ta' leave yer freighter here fer' a bit. Nae worry though, I've a friend who'll keep a good eye on it and ensure' it be here when ye' get back."

Debora gavea a nod of her head as a smile played to her lips. "Your word, is as good as credits in the bank, Amadeus. I trust you. Though I am curious, who we are supposed to rescue?" Annie glanced toward Debora and then turned her gaze over toward Amadeus Qudamah. "An old, Jedi friend. A' Jedi who's been about since dem' days o' the Old Republic. One who escaped the Jedi Purge and has aided over dey' decades in hiding that o' the next generations of Jedi Younglings from any Sith or Imperial eyes. Many believe that' he' be just a myth and only legend, but he be real as I am and ye' need ta' get him. I can count' n' one hand how many Jedi are strong in the ways of the Force as that of me'self. Dis' man ye' need ta' find... be longer trained and focused on' dey' Jedi use o' the Force. Find him an' ensure he gets' ta' safety. If'n da' Dark Side has der' way, the New Republic be' in far worse trouble ahead."

Debora gave a grin, shifting the small piercing's in her lower lip. "Sounds like more fun then I've had in the past few years. I'm up for the challenge. Even if I need to leave my ship here for a while. If I get to shoot an Imperial officer along the way, I'll be in heaven." Annie perked a brow over at Debora's seemingly cheerful attitude on the matter, turning her gaze back toward Master Qudamah. "Will I see you again, Master Qudamah?" Amadeus gave a light tip of his leather brim and offered up a light smile to perk his lips. "Aye, ye both shall. I'm a bit 'o stubborn on dying ya' know. Besides, me wife Lydia would have me' hide if'n I nae came home ta' her lov'in' embrace. My ship's on dey' far end of the spaceport here in a docking bay. I've friend's waitin' fer me' for take off back ta' Rhydin Space. Ye' two best be head'n fer that Imperial shuttle docked here on port, an' dunnae' linger here. I killed two Imperial spies this' morn' so no doubt there maybe' a dispatch in the future." Master Qudamah started to turn to leave the alleyway but gave pause in step. Turning back and moving forward to give Annie a warm hug and then Debora in turn with a smile to them both. "Time fer' ye both ta' help make the' galaxy a better place. I know ye' both can do it. Remember if'n ye' need help along the way.. use the' names given upon them crystals. If'n I get a message that ye' need help... well, I'll send ye' someone I trust wit' all me' heart. Be well and may dey' Force be' witcha' both." A tip of his brimmed hat and he was moving into step upon those unique boots of his to slip from the alleyway and into the moving crowd of people.

Annie watched her former teacher go and couldn't help but smile for a moment. Debora smirked some and gave Annie a light nudge in the arm. "One heck of a Jedi, hm?" Annie nodded softly. "Yes. Master Qudamah is one of a handful that have made it possible for new Jedi like myself to exist in the galaxy. I only hope I can live up to his trust in me." Debora gave a nod of her head as she ran her fingers through her dark brown locks of hair by her left pierced ear, what didn't this freighter Captain have pierced? "He seemed to have faith in you and I. So let's not keep the great accent of a Jedi Master waiting and get to this Imperial ship and see what these data crystals have for us."
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 31, 2017 8:26 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Imperial Base.
Sector 62.
World: Classified.




It was not often Imperial Officers were able to enjoy some food and drink upon the lounge area of any Imperial Base, but several were about the one over looking the beauty of the rich green world with the bounty of waterfalls upon it. Sadly, for the former inhabitants of this world, the Imperials had picked this as one of their supply installations. In orbit was a large space station where seven Star Destroyers were currently docked for repairs and supplies. While in dock, Imperial Officers were able to take shuttles down to the newly constructed base upon the planet's lush world of plants. It helped with moral.

"Captain Beltoris, you of all people should be enjoying this occasion and celebrating with a drink. We are off duty and not in need to depart with our ships for sometime now." Captain Tarkis perked a smirk over at the darker Captain of Beltoris. Tarkis' mustache shifted with his almost pushing grin as he lifted his glass for a drink.

"Captain Tarkis, I will rest easy when the Jedi is put to death and not before." Captain Habbel shook his head lightly, reaching to remove his hat in turn. "I might be a new Captain of a Star Destroyer, but even I know not to tempt the wrath of a Sith Lord. The order was quite clear. The Jedi is to remain in his holding cell here, drugged up, until the Sith Maeve arrives. She has been entrusted with his transport from here." He lifted his glass and then motioned a droid over to refill his drink.

Captain Beltoris nearly growled from his dark lips. A gloved hand lifted to run lightly along the scar running under his right eye toward his chin. His eye, having been lost in battle and replaced with a micro scanning device. Captain Tarkis had a habit of being annoying at times, and this would be one of them as he glanced over toward Beltoris. "Still aching you? It's been over two years since he gave you that mark and took of your eye. I'd think by now with all your victories with your Star Destroyer you'd be at least a little happy. Come on, Captain, smile a little." Captain Beltoris shook his head lightly at Tarkis. "You are a fool and one day, I shall be made right when you fall to a smarter foe in battle. Why do you think Admiral Ross has Captain Poltis and his escorts in route here? It is because he does not wish to take any chances of the Jedi's escape. I will not be the one he shoots if something goes wrong in the transfer of the Jedi."

"If something goes wrong, I'll simply shoot the Jedi myself." Laughed Captain Ritton as he stepped into the lounge area. The man was getting chubby since his time making Captain, but still held the reputation for shooting prisoners among the Imperial rumor mill. "Let me guess, Captain Beltoris here is still upset about the loss of his eye to the Jedi we have in holding here now, hm? Hehe... Captain Beltoris, when are you going to sit back and relax some? We are on an unknown planet to the New Republic. This base has eight walkers, four hundred stormtroopers, not to mention the officers here. We have above us in orbit a station armed with turbo lasers and ion cannons and if that isn't enough, our Star Destroyers are sitting at that very station in orbit should the need arise to use them. Oh and let's not forget the hangers on the base above us with over eighty TIE fighters. In a moment's notice, those pilots can be in their cockpits and launched. For once in your pathetic life, relax." Captain Ritton smiled and laughed again as he motioned a serving droid over to place an order for a drink and some food.

"I'm going to my quarters here. You all can celebrate the Jedi's capture if you must." With that, Captain Beltoris clasped his hands behind his back and headed out of the lounge area. Captain Tarkis and Captain Ritton looked at each other and shook their heads, while Captain Habbel watched Beltoris leave. The new Captain was curious of the other's concern. They had the Jedi captured, drugged up so he couldn't use his Force Tricks on anyone. Why was he still concerned so deeply about this Jedi? What made him so special?

As the serving droid brought Captain Ritton his drink first, he also dropped off a communication device for the Captain before going for the kitchen for the food order. Captain Ritton glanced to the device and then activated it. "This is Captain Ritton, to who am I speaking with?" "Captain, it is Natumon. I am personally heading for the Base with my Cruiser. I desire to see the transfer of the Jedi goes with no slip ups." Captain Ritton perked a brow at the depth of voice upon the other end of the device. Darth Natumon was a red skinned with black marking, Twi'lek Sith. It was rumored that the Jedi in custody had at least twice escaped the clutches of the Sith Lord and had made him look the fool. The once rule of Master and Apprentice, had faded away and with it in the past years, grew all be it small, but that of Sith Lords. Often trying for power in various parts of the galaxy. Some splitting off to try and rule this world or that one. While others sought to take over sections of the Black Market. Of course their numbers were kept in check, by a few Mandalorian Hit Squads that felt the number of Sith Lords should be kept low and out of their systems.

"Well, I am already here as is that of several Captains with our ships and stormtroopers. It will be a smooth transfer I am told." Commented Captain Ritton to the communication device. There was a brief pause and then the depth of a voice heard again. "I hope so, Captain. The least of your worries would be Admiral Ross if something goes a stray."
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PostPosted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 4:13 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The Lambda shuttle had met with a stolen cruiser and it's pair of light escort cruisers. Several Corvettes were in follow of the small Pirate Fleet.

Annie wasn't too sure about this plan Debora had, but Debora had seem very excited about this route. A pair of blast doors slid open and a light purple Twi'lek walked through the doors with a pair of armed guards. The Twi'lek woman smiled with her red painted lips and moved to shift her white dress slightly as she sat to a chair.

"Debora Mandil. I haven't seen you in over five years. I must admit, when one of my ships caught your coded transmission I didn't believe it at first. I thought surely someone had finally caught you and was using your code to try and lure me out into the open for capture myself. I am greatly surprised. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again?" Her gaze moved over Annie slowly in regard.

Debora gave a light motion of hand from the Twi'lek toward Annie and back again. "Ariel Rumasti, this is Jedi Annie Ragnar. Miss Rumasti is lead for the Pirate Fleet in this sector. Annie was trained by Master Qudamah."

The Twi'lek perked at this bit of information. "Indeed? By Amadeus? Well, it's not often I have a Jedi onboard one of my ships. Let alone one trained by the famous Amadeus. Did he send you?" "Not exactly, Ariel." Nodded Debora. "Looking to free someone from one of those pesky Imperial facilities." Ariel glanced between the two women before her, slightly curious. "Given you are here with a Jedi, am I to assume you're looking to get someone out that is also, a Jedi?" Debora glanced aside to Annie before replying. "Master Qudamah made it sound like getting this Master Wolf out is kinda a top priority... "

Ariel Rumasti, sat up straight suddenly in her chair as heels hit the flooring. "Wolf? The legendary Master Wolf? As in the 'Rogue Jedi' that has lived since the Clone Wars... that Wolf?"

Debora's brow arched, with it a pair of small metal rings piercing the flesh nearby. "Um, yeah. That was the name in the information we were given. We're looking to bust the Rogue Jedi out of an Imperial base."

Ariel seemed as excited as a child on their birthday suddenly.

"Well Stars! You can count me in girls! I'll have to put a few transmissions in to gather up the rest of my fleet and some known smugglers that have run items for me in the past."

Both of Debora's brows lifted this time as she glanced again at Annie. "Well, here I thought getting you to help a little was going to be a difficult thing, Ariel." Ariel waved a light purple hand in the air. "Are you kidding me? A chance to meet The Jedi Rogue of the Clone Wars and there after??? The man behind all those legends? The Man, the Myth, the thorn in the Imperial's side as some say? Of course I want in on this! My fee is simple. My ships get to kill Imperials... and... I get to meet the Myth."

Debora's lips curved into a smile, nodding quick to that. "I think that can be arranged. There will be Imperial ships in orbit no doubt. So plenty of Imperials to kill and I'm sure this Wolf would be open to meeting someone that helped in his rescue."

"Done!" Ariel shot up from her chair to a stance upon her black heels. "Oh this is going to be great! After I'll throw a feast! I insist! We'll have all sorts of food and drink. Music as well. The things I can ask him!" Debora smiled again at Annie as the Jedi woman nodded softly toward the Twi'lek, Ariel. "Then we should go over a plan of action." Ariel reached out and grabbed one of Debora and Annie's hands in turn. "Yes! I'll have my crew start making transmissions, coded of course! We've got a Jedi to spring!"
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A heavily modified Consular Class Refit dropped out of hyperspace near a Nebulon-B Frigate, owned by one Pirate Captain Dulivan.

"Captain Dulivan to Anna. I'm here my sweet butterfly."

There was a pause before a transmission came from the armed Consular Class vessel. "Don't ever call me your butterfly, Dulivan or I'll put my fist to your nose you spaceball." Dulivan had to smirk as his screen came to life with the image of a long haired brunette. Ah, how her stomach looked to nice and tone from where her dark pants ended and her white tank shirt started. The leather sleeveless vest she had on, priceless.

"What? Not friends?" Smiled Dulivan as the woman shook her head onboard her own ship. "You know why I am here. To look like a Pirate attack on the station, we need pirates, Dulivan. Even the crummy ones." Dulivan put a hand over his heart mockingly. "Oh, you wound me, Anna. And here I thought we were on better terms." "We we're.." Spoke Anna. "That was before you stole my two jobs. I needed that money you fedora wearing moron." Dulivan chuckled and held up his hands to the screen. "Okay.. okay.. so I might have done those jobs before you could, but I have a bigger crew to feed. You have what? Droids?"

A custom and once protocol droid leaned into the screen on Anna's cockpit. The droid had three yellow dots in it's left eye socket and a red back screen with target sensor in the right. Modified arms held what seemed like former Mandalorian wrist gauntlets.

"Oh, hey.. umm.. I see Chipper is still around. Hey, Chipper.. no hard feelings right buddy ole' pal?" Anna shook her head some back at the modified droid by her and looked to the screen. "He missed his oil bath, due to us missing out on that last job. You know, the one you stole from us." Dulivan smiled, all be it somewhat weakly. Considering what Chipper had done to some Imperials he was glad Chipper was onboard the other ship.

"I'm going to try and contact Alannah." Said Anna. Dulivan's smirk perked once more. "The Pink Twi'lek? Hey, can you put a good word in for me? She has the cutest..." "Dulivan!" Shouted Anna as she narrowed her eyes at him from her screen. "Okay, okay! I heard she has this tattoo on her right arm of a.. um.. never mind. I'll have my ship ready, you just make sure your father doesn't try to kill me okay?" It was Anna's turn to perk a smile. "I'll see what I can do, Dulivan. In the meantime, you best be where you are needed and when needed. Don't be late like that time on Mendocca II." "I had engine trouble!" Shouted Dulivan. Anna smirked then. "Sounds a personal problem. See you there... don't be late."

With that the screen went dark and the Consular Class ship turned slowly to starboard before taking the leap into hyperspace.
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